As the sun dies here,
It is reincarnated there,
Where a stranger I hold onto—
In merely my memory.
I look up at glimmering stars,
Hoping, wishing, that—
I was elsewhere…
Where I can truly believe.

Losing faith by moment,
I close myself and drown,
In memories of a stranger,
Who is seas and eons away—
But onto still I cling…
Recalling to words of past,
Crimson tears leak out—
Of a soul withered by desire.

I wish by the night
I pray to the celestial stars,
That one day in this life,
That stranger becomes a friend,
And that friend becomes more…
I will to leave monotony behind,
And live out in countryside,
Echoing screams of city night,
Forever fading out of light…